How Are Things In Glocca Morra Lyrics by Connie Francis
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(E.Y. Harburg - Burton Lane)

I hear a bird a Londonderry bird
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word
I hear a breeze a River Shannon breeze
It well may be it's followed me across the sea
Then tell me please.

How are things in Glocca Morra
Is that little brook still leaping there
Does it still run down to Donny cove
Through Killy begs Kilkerry and Kildare.

How are things in Glocca Morra
Is that willow tree still weeping there
Does that laddie with the twinkling eye come whistling by
And does he walk away sad and dreamy there not to see me there.

So I ask each weeping willow
And each brook along the way
And each lad that comes a whistling too ra lay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?...
(E.Y. Harburg - Burton Lane)      I hear a bird a Londonderry bird   It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word   I hear a breeze a River Shannon breeze   It well may be it's followed me across the sea   Then tell me please.      How are things in Glocca Morra   Is that little brook still leaping there   Does it still run down to Donny cove   Through Killy begs Kilkerry and Kildare.      How are things in Glocca Morra   Is that willow tree still weeping there   Does that laddie with the twinkling eye come whistling by   And does he walk away sad and dreamy there not to see me there.      So I ask each weeping willow   And each brook along the way   And each lad that comes a whistling too ra lay   How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?...